Chapter 1 - (VERSO)
Suppose she belonged here and was waiting for Peter to come home to tea. Suppose–Nancy whirled around with a sudden horrible prescience of what she was going to see! Peter Wright was standing in the doorway.
Nancy’s face went crimson. For the first time in her life she had not a word to say for herself. Peter looked at her and then at the table, with its fruit and flowers.
“Thank you,” he said politely.
Nancy recovered herself. With a shame-faced laugh, she held out her hand.
“Don’t have me arrested for trespass, Peter. I came and looked in at your kitchen out of impertinent curiosity, and just for fun, I thought I’d come in and get your tea. I thought
From "The End of a Quarrel," also featured in Chronicles of Avonlea (1912).